I walked to school slowly this morning. It was a Wednesday. I had on a Rolling Stones t-shirt, skinny jeans, and black converse. My pace sped up once I felt the tiny raindrops hitting my face.
When I walked into the school, all the rain poured down, hitting the roof like tons of bricks. I heard a group of voices screaming profanities and my eyes widened and I ran to my locker as fast as I could. As I ran, behind me I could hear 'Oh look, there she is!' And heavy footsteps pounding behind me. I slammed my locker shut and turned around to dart off, but ran into a tall boy with curly brown hair and green eyes.
"Sidney, Sidney, Sidney.. Where do you think you're going?" The boy, Harry to be exact, asked me.
He was one out of the five that were my bullies. The rest were Liam, who never hit me just insulted me, Zayn who always video taped my beatings, Louis
And Harry who beat me and held me down while the worst one of them all, Niall, beat the daylights out of me.
"C-Class.." I stammered and went to walk away but Harry pinned me up to my locker by my shoulder. Thank god all of them weren't here. Just him and Niall who just came around the corner.
"Hold'er down." He said and popped his knuckles.
Harry used all of his strength to hold me down and Niall kicked me in the stomach and sides and punched me in my jaw until I was in tears. They heard teachers so they darted off to the restroom. I did the same and when I was in the Ladies room, I locked my self in a stall and cleaned up my blood and cried on the floor. I pulled my self together and walked out of the stall and stood in front of the mirror. I was covered in bruises on my face, and I lifted up my shirt to reveal the purple and black bruises. I groaned and walked to the office. The main lady knew my problems, but decided to keep quiet because she knew it was for the both of us. I walked up to the window and she looked at me, and I didn't even have to say a word. She gave me a pass and a pitiful look and waved me off.
The rain still poured down and I ran home as fast as I could, but limping a bit from my weekly beating. I made it home and I ran inside. Not waisting any time, I ran to my bathroom and turned on a hot bath.
My mother always told me that hot bubble baths soothed the muscles.
After the lavender bubbles were fluffed up all in the water, I slid into the large tub and let out a relieving sigh. My ankles were what hurt the worst, considering Harry placed all of his weight on one and then twisted it. The intoxicating smell of lavender wafted throughout the bathroom and I breathed it in every once in a while, just to get the memory of my child hood days back into my head.
After an hour, I got out of the tub and wrapped myself in a towel. I brushed my hair out and put it in a bun. I got dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, and then looked outside my window for a little bit. The rain had turned into little flakes of snow, piling up on the ground.
And I smiled.
